The chief librarian's proposal is not without merit. The Primarch's suffering is not merely physiological. If witchcraft caused my father to fall into this state, perhaps only witchcraft can free him.
Gell held onto Khârn's axe and explained to his brothers, "It's worth a try, my brothers."
Gell closed his eyes.
"I will bear all consequences!"
"What can you bear, Gell!" Khârn was extremely displeased.
"Then you do it, Khârn! You wake the Father of the Primarchs from his slumber! Look what you've become! Even if Angron is our loving father! You've become a foolish loyal dog!"
Gell, clad in power armor, stepped in front of Khârn. The former Legion Commander looked at Khârn, who did not flinch.
"Father can also make mistakes. We are not... the Night Lords, a bunch of fanatical lunatics, nor are we the Iron Warriors, those engineers!"
"At least Father never disdained our bloody past! He is loving!"
Gell's words made Khârn lower his gaze.
"We are unwelcome, my brothers. The War Council considers us terrifying executioners. We were once scattered among every Legion, once dispersed, now reunited. While other Primarchs and their scions enjoy themselves, we are still searching for our Father of the Primarchs!"
"Brothers, we are War Hounds. Trust our father, trust our Chief Librarian. Like you, I cannot tolerate losing the Primarch!"
"I said I would bear all consequences!"
Gell closed his eyes, feeling the immense weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
"Then why not seek help from the Night Lords!"
Gell and Khârn suddenly opened their eyes, their bloodshot gazes fixed on the speaker. It was a centurion from the 84th Company, and he had just spoken sense!
"Khârn!" Gell roared.
Before Gell could give an order, Khârn directly grabbed the company commander who had spoken, put an arm around his shoulder, and walked out of the room.
Gell believed Khârn would thoroughly explain to that fellow why they shouldn't seek help from the Night Lords!
Varys emerged from the crowd. The Apothecary made space for Varys, who looked down at Angron. The chief librarian carefully assessed the Primarch's condition. He could feel the unconscious Angron enveloped by a dense malice, but even more so by pain. What puzzled Varys was that this thick malice was wrapped in Angron's pain, emanating from the Butcher's Nails and shrouding Angron's mind, like a crown of thorns burning with black flames, every tendril and lick of fire deeply rooted and entwined in his father's soul.
Until Angron's soul was indistinguishable!
Gell and the others stared at the blue-armored chief librarian, tension filling every heart.
Varys took a deep breath. This would be a risky attempt. After all, before this, he had always used his psychic powers to turn the brains of War Hound enemies into mush, and now... Varys projected his mind outward. He placed his hand on Angron, and psychic ripples spread out.
In an instant, Varys felt himself being sucked in.
He saw a dazed Angron, an angry Angron. He thought this was his father.
"my father!" He softly called out to the demigod, but the unit immediately grabbed him, as if he were a child. However, the violent and tyrannical aura made Varys feel suffocated. The unit carefully examined Varys, then with a wave of its large hand, it threw Varys deeper into Angron's mind!
During this time, Varys saw no fragments of Angron's memory. Endless emotions, pain, and coldness constantly tormented Varys.
Until he saw a green barrier.
When Varys fell heavily to the ground, he recognized this place. He had stood here before, listening to Angron's inspiring speech. This was—the Deshia Arena!
Then Varys saw the Lord Primarch, holding something charred, looking at him blankly.
Next to him, something in a black robe with green glowing eyes was watching him.
"Varys! How did he get in!"
Varys knew the first sentence was for him; the second was addressed to the strange fellow beside him.
"unit two, your scion has been seen as a sub-system!" Angron looked at System AI with disdain.
It seems the nail can also be unreliable at times.
"my father! That guy is very dangerous!" Varys only perceived a strong zero-emotion from System AI. This was not psychic power, but in Varys's eyes, it was more terrifying than psychic power.
"Roar!" When the tyrannical roar sounded, Varys saw... so many Angrons!
Varys felt the explosive anger emanating from those Angrons. The moment countless pairs of eyes fixed on Varys, he swallowed the saliva that wasn't even there.
"Let go of my father!" Even so, Varys, eager to protect his father, resolutely charged at System AI.
"I'm being treated like a bad guy, angron unit two!" System AI said playfully..
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